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SNOWING IN BALI

He says, 'I'm sorry. I was too high on coke, and I see you full of money, cars, motorbike, I get big eyes at that time.'

- Rafael

Marco had been riling a lot of people, paying horses late, not delivering Lemon Juice on time and being generally arrogant.

He was too much of a motherfucker to pay - tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. And then the horse or other people get crazy, want to punch him, but if you punch him, you won't get the money. That's what he wants. Lose your temper, punch him, ah fuck, you're not going to get anything. It was hard to work with him.

- Andre

Being Bali's Lemon Juice boss had given Marco the kudos and power that had eluded him as the underdog growing up. He'd been the poor kid, ingratiating himself into the rich crew by using his big personality, and quick wit. His gregarious, sunny personality had been his ticket to the playboy lifestyle since he was a teenager in Brazil.

He was a clown, very funny, always full of jokes, but very arrogant. He really liked to be noticed, very egocentric guy and always liked to be the centre of attention. He was always pretending he was the number one boss in Bali, but he was just dealing marijuana. When you deal marijuana you are nothing compared to people who deal cocaine or ecstasy or heroin, unless you're dealing tonnes of marijuana.

He always thought he was the best, because everybody was always looking for him to get the best marijuana on the island, he was always acting like he was on top of the world... he walked around full of attitude... sitting in a restaurant full of arrogance, always with superiority.